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hadriel_logs2017-10-23 10:54 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-23 10:54 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- ann takamaki,
- aren brosca,
- atem,
- bakura,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ed grayson,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- gren,
- harlan halliday,
- ignis scientia,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jo harvelle,
- julie grigio,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- saber,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- yehudit/ravine
Event Post: Dreamwalker the Second
Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the second half of the Dreamwalker Part Two event
Where: All over the city!
When: October 23rd-29th
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under Fear, Love, Confusion, and Tranquility
What: The event log for the second half of the Dreamwalker Part Two event
Where: All over the city!
When: October 23rd-29th
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under Fear, Love, Confusion, and Tranquility
It was over - at least, it seemed to be. The dreams stopped, and maybe you were a little disappointed, or maybe you were just relieved. Maybe, though, you noticed that only four of the gods had been influencing you. Sure, that might have been it, but was there really a chance of that? So, just for a few days, you slept (or didn't sleep) normally.
Until it started again. Those deep, unavoidable sleeps, taking you into vivid and emotional dreams. This time, the other four gods are getting in on the act. Expect some nightmares,
some embarrassingly schmoopy dreams - or dreams that don't make sense, or dreams that leave you calm and centered. You can't force these dreams to be anything but what they are,
so you might as well give in and enjoy the ride. Maybe it won't be so bad.
And of course, there are visitors this time, too. Just when you thought it might be safe to have a candy-colored dream about your secret crush, well... turn around and they might be standing right there, wondering what the hell is going on. By now, people know what to expect, but that doesn't give them any better control over things. Let's hope there's no good blackmail material in these dreams.► This log covers October 23rd-29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you slept so terribly that you trip over a rock and die, please let us know here.
confusion
is the name-
Well. There probably is one. From the dream's location, one of the closed-in but spacious areas below deck, you'd have an awful lot of trouble reading the name anyway.
There are patches of sky visible through the windows, land very, very far below if you go to the trouble of looking. But it's sort of... hazy, down there, too. You might see something and immediately forget what you saw, for all that you know you saw something. Even the room itself occasionally drifts in and out of focus, sometimes in little patches in corners, sometimes as a whole, overcoming every sense with blank, numbing... static. It's always there in this dream. Maybe in the background, negligible white noise. Maybe ringing in the ears like a buzzer, always feeling like it's taken something with it.
Imagine living a hundred years in this ship. A hundred years growing to love your crew in a way you've never experienced-- wholly and uncomplicated, closer than family. A hundred years living the impossible on what was meant to be a brief scientific mission. Seeing wonders and horrors, watching worlds be devoured by a living darkness. A hundred years of growing and learning and changing, of different worlds and different people, of trying desperately to end a deadly chase that seemed greater in scope than you could hope to understand fully.
Imagine something reaching into your mind and slowly, precisely removing that century from your memory. Your found family. Your home. Your long, long mission, and everyone you'd met, and everything you'd learned. Imagine zoning out in the middle of a card game with your close companion, and suddenly opening your eyes in an unfamiliar room, sitting across from a stranger with no explanation. Just a static that permeates your thoughts, makes it hard to focus.
Whatever that feeling is, it's about where Merle is at right now. Sporting a bright red jacket with a blurred-out logo, two whole arms, two functioning eyes, he's seated at a sturdy wooden table. He's clutching the side of his head with one hand, and the other is very loosely holding onto a hand of playing cards, which he eventually lets fall to the table's surface. Maybe there ought to be someone seated across from him, but. If someone's there, they sure aren't anymore.
For a long, long moment, he just stares down at the table, glassy-eyed. Then he jerks upright with a sharp intake of breath, looking around the room in blatant confusion. Which, to be fair, is not too far off from his usual. ]
I-- sorry, who are you? What's- what's your name?
[ That's right. You.
We can play around with this prompt pretty much however. If people want characters impacted by the big shebang memory loss effects and confusion, we can go for it! If they don't want their characters on the bad brain train, that's just as good with me! Going for loosey-goosey confusion vibes. ]
im ready to die
He knows where he is, and he doesn't. He knows who this is, and, he doesn't.
Taako stands behind him, at the door to the deck, hand on the frame, draped in the same red robe. His eyes look almost glassy, unfocused as they swing around the room, trying to make something out of nothing. Why does he feel so weak? His legs are shaking. He leans into the wood, trying to let it stop him from buckling. Merle's voice doesn't snap him from it so much as it gives him something to focus on, but that doesn't feel real, either.]
I don't...
[Should be a simple question. But he goes to answer and it still feels wrong.]
Taako.
[Feels incomplete. Like something should be following.
But it's gone.]
It's Taako.
HELL YEAH
[ His name is Taako, and he's standing there. So that's about two more things Merle knows now than he did a minute ago.
Looking at him feels like a staircase ending before he thinks it's supposed to. Like he just put his foot out without slowing down, endlessly secure in the knowledge that-- that something would be there, solid and waiting. Something in him that should be there. Only he went right through it. ]
I'm Merle.
[ He knows that, too. So, three facts. Things are already looking up. Merle could theoretically ask a few questions. Where are we, what's happening, why do our jackets match all nice like this, we look like a gang. Instead, he glances down at the table. ]
You wanna play some cards with me? I don't, uh. I'm not sure what I was dealin'. But I could cut ya in.
HELL IS RIGHT
Do you know... where this is?
[It would be nice if he had answers, but something tells Taako he doesn't.]
Do you live here or something? Because if, uh, if I invaded your house, that's. Probably not great.
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I guess I was hopin' you'd be able to tell me. I just... [ Woke up? It doesn't feel right to say that. Nothing feels right, and he can't seem to examine it to narrow it down.
(And someday, when he's lost even this, maybe he'll be able to, maybe that feeling will remain: something is missing. Something is out there... out there waiting, and it's never what he finds and thinks that he was looking for.) ]
I'm just here. Wherever. Hell, maybe we're both invaders.
[ He pushes away from the table, cautious and a little unsteady. ]
If this is in, what's out?
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Uhh... trees?
[Taako looks over his shoulder out to the deck, and while it's still evident they're not on the ground, he can see a forest sprawl out beyond.]
We're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere, my guy. Don't even see any other people besides us.
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It doesn't make sense. ]
...
If we figure out what's goin' on, you wanna agree to press charges together? 'cause this is, uh. I mean, it's gotta be at least a little illegal.
[ He chuckles in spite of himself. ]
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Sure. Whatever. I...
[It doesn't feel right, going down here. It simultaneously feels safe and horrifying, because he's alone and there could be danger and nobody's got eyes on his back while he takes 5 to get his head together. He doesn't know how to feel about anything.]
Should we... leave, or something? Get out of here?
no subject
Running from something. ]
Probably could. [ He doesn't really take a step, though. ] Can't just... can't just sit still forever.
no subject
No, it's something. But Taako sure doesn't know what it is.]
Look, if we're, uh. In whatever this is. And... stuff. Maybe we can just chill 'till someone finds us? Take uh, take a nap or something?
[Aka Taako's about to pass the shit hell out and wants it to look like he's just chillin'.]
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Yeah, I could probably take a nap. If it'll make you feel better.
[ This is actual Merle brand bullshit he's old and tired. Let him live. ]
no subject
[Fuck, he still feels sick. What the fuck is happening?]
Unless you think we could take this floating whatever for a joyride.
no subject
[ Don't worry, random guy. He'll save your pride. ]
It's gotta be able to go somewhere if it's here. Heck if I know how that works. Oooor we could crash it. Then see who comes runnin'.
[ yeah that sounds like a fun and good suggestion. ]
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Serves 'em right for leaving us alone up here. What are we, responsible?
[He doesn't know! You don't know! Nobody knows!]
C'mon. Let's take it.